The Other Woman นิยาย & เรื่องราว

the other woman remarked. "You should keep your husband away from the set, too. That vixen loves to seduce men." The two women chatted away while they fixed their hair in front of the mirror. Just then, a door behind them creaked open, and they instinctively turned around, only to see a beautiful young girl walking out calmly. "Where did this little brat come from, eavesdropping on others?" a woman in a red dress spat. She sounded like the one who had been slandering Kristen.

“That’s impossible.” “So is standing in this place.” Neither men had a response to that. The shorter one spoke carefully. “Who is she now?” The woman’s fingers brushed lightly against the veil covering her eyes. “Someone else.” “What does that mean?” “It means she has another name.” The room grew colder. “Another face. Another family. Another life.” The wind returned. The taller man’s jaw tightened. “So she’s gone.” The woman slowly turned her head toward him. “No.”

Mom used to say there was no point for a girl to buy property in a big city and that there would always be a room for me at home. I had believed her. I thought she just didn’t want me to exhaust myself, that she meant home would always be my safe harbor. However, when I actually returned, I realized not a single tile in that house belonged to me, let alone a room. Lying on the soft bed in my own apartment, I remembered how my coworkers had reacted recently when they saw me. "Wow, Elowen, you look totally different lately. You’ve gotten prettier. What are you using?"

The smile on Zachary White's face froze instantly. The arm he had wrapped around that woman went rigid and dropped to his side. He strode toward me with his brows furrowed, as if I were the one who had done something wrong. "Cece, what are you doing here? Why didn't you answer my messages?" I finally recognized the woman behind him, the one the staff had called 'Ms. Anderson'. Emma Anderson, the daughter of his late mentor whom he always talked about.

Expected her to say my name in that soft way again and make all the years between us disappear. But it was not her. Not exactly. The woman had the same narrow face shape. The same dark eyes. The same slight line at the corner of her mouth that appeared when she was trying not to show emotion. But she was not Clara Callahan. She was someone else. Someone who had known her. The disappointment hit so quickly that I almost lost my balance. Jaxon’s hand closed around my elbow. Light. Steady. He did not say anything. The woman looked at him.

"She's right. There is no greater virtue than saving a life." "Exactly. What kind of grudge could matter more than a life? They've already gone on their knees." A middle-aged woman holding a thermos stood near the front of the crowd and jerked her chin toward my door. "I heard about it yesterday. That girl looked pretty kind at first glance. Who would've thought her heart would be this cold?" Someone beside her immediately agreed. "Right? Her husband is at death's door, and she's lying in there pretending to be sick. I heard she's refusing on purpose."

“You remembered two voices.” “Yes.” “You remembered the noise.” “Yes.” “And you remembered seeing Elowen.” “Yes.” I waited. “What else do you remember?” She looked at me for a long moment. Then she whispered, “There was another woman.” I didn’t move. “What?” “Another woman.” “Where?” “I don’t know.” “You just told me you remembered.” “I remember seeing someone.” “Where?” “Near the other end of the corridor.” “Before or after you saw Elowen?”

They are living the ideal life for us. "Is that you?" I was apprehensive when the woman shrieked and emerged with a haircut and a new curl in her hair. "Howdy!" I screamed, perplexed by what he did. "Junneng! How dare you, your lady is drawn to you! That's why you're driving me away; you're bringing your other woman! That is how you are going to open up to me on our anniversary! What a pig you are!" I recoiled in surprise and backed away.

She thanked the woman with a small smile on her lips before turning to leave and went in the direction she was told. After a few minutes, she managed to find the private room, and coincidentally, tough luck it is, the room beside them appears to be the room of the person that she least wanted to see right now. “Allana,” the woman called before raising her brows at her, quickly a woman appeared after her while holding a purse in her hand. “Ji Shian” she greeted before turning her eyes towards the other one from behind “Jin Wei”

He was not focusing on anything other than the lady. While we watched, another woman, an older version of the wailing woman emerged from inside the imaginary bedroom that she had talked about. I was surprised to see the woman. She ran straight to the wailing woman and helped her up, she touched the young woman and she was suddenly calm... she was now panting as she looked around the room. "What is wrong with you dear?" The old lady asked. She was not looking at us... she did not seem to notice us at all. Kai and I watched them curiously. The younger lady soon turned to us.